It is nice to be back home at the Towers. Proper walls, proper heating, and no doubt come morning, proper daylight.

Fellows had collected us at the airport and arranged to the luggage to be sent on separately. No dog-sleds this time, just the unabashed luxury of the jalopy.

The staff were lined up on the steps to greet us when we arrived home. The Memsahib had bought each of them a little gift from the airport. This will, no doubt, encourage even more devotion from them. I was amused to see that for Dawkins she had bought several tins of pressed bear meat. No doubt these will be squirrelled away into her (not so) secret stash of canned goods that she keeps behind a panel in the fallout shelter.

A good weekend, but nice to be home.